Chapter 6 Alpha?

• Eva
• Thelma's voice stopped me as I reached the door. "Eva, wait! What's going on? What's too late?"
• I hesitated, not wanting to explain. "Never mind, Thelma. I need to head out. Good night."
• Thelma's concerned expression lingered, but I didn't have time to reassure her. I rushed out of the apartment and hailed a cab, my heart racing with every passing minute as I hoped Lorenzo would give me a chance. I was relieved to find the city bustling with activity, a stark contrast to the quiet, dark nights of Wild Song Pack.
• As I arrived at the office building, I realized it was already closed. The security guard stood outside, vigilant, his arms crossed. He was about to enter inside to have his usual sleep when I quickly hurried to him.
• "Sorry, miss. The building is closed. Nobody's inside," the security guard said brusquely as I approached him, not giving me a chance to explain.
• I pleaded with him, trying to appear pitiful and innocent. "Please, I need to get in. I have an urgent meeting with Alpha Lorenzo."
• The guard raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "You made an appointment with him?" he asked, his voice laced with doubt. "At this time?"
• I hesitated, biting my bottom lip. "Not exactly at this time... but yes, we do have an appointment. I was supposed to see him some minutes ago."
• The guard shook his head. "He's already left, miss. Just a few minutes ago."
• Desperate, I rushed outside and scanned the parking lot. That's when I saw him - Alpha Lorenzo, sitting in his car, about to drive away.
• Without thinking, I sprinted towards the car, reaching the front just as he was about to accelerate. I stood in front of the car, my hands on the hood, and my eyes locked with his.
• He raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised to see me. "Well, well, well. Look at what we have here."
• I took a deep breath, trying to calm down. "Alpha Lorenzo, I'm so sorry I'm late. Please, don't leave. We can still discuss that—"
• Alpha Lorenzo checked his watch, his expression unyielding. "You're already late. We have nothing to discuss."
• "Please, hear me out first," I begged him. "I know I'm late, but—"
• He cut me off, his voice firm. "There's nothing for us to talk about. Good night... Eva, or was it Ava?"
• "Ah, no, please!" I pleaded tearfully, "Wait, please!"
• But he just drove off, leaving me standing alone. However, desperation crept into my mind, and before I could think twice, I took off after the car, sprinting as fast as I could, but it was no use. I couldn't keep up.
• As an Omega without a wolf, I didn't have the speed or endurance to chase after a really fast car. I slowed to a stop, panting and feeling defeated, watching as the car disappeared into the distance.
• I felt a wave of sadness wash over me. I had failed. I didn't get the job, and now I had no idea how I would help my sister. I had promised her I would support her, but now I felt useless.
• I trudged back to the sidewalk, feeling hopeless. What would I do now? I couldn't just give up. I had to find another way to help my sister, but what?
• As I stood there, panting and defeated, I realized that I was alone on the now deserted street. The streetlight cast an eerie glow, making the shadows seem to stretch and twist around me. I looked around, but there was no sign of life. No cabs, no buses, no people. Just the quietness of the night.
• Fear began to creep in as I wondered how I would get home. It was late, and I knew everyone would be asleep by now. I was miles away from my apartment, and the thought of walking alone in the darkness was unsettling.
• I thought of an idea - I could check into a nearby hotel for the night. At least that way, I would be safe and could regroup in the morning. I spotted a hotel a few blocks away and made my way towards it.
• As I entered the lobby, I approached the receptionist, trying to look more composed than I felt. "Hi, I'd like a room for the night, please," I said, trying to sound confident.
• The receptionist looked me up and down before naming an exorbitant price. I hesitated, realizing that I couldn't afford it. "I...I don't think I can pay that much," I stammered, feeling embarrassed and scared.
• The receptionist raised an eyebrow, clearly uninterested in my predicament. "Sorry, miss. We're fully booked anyway. You might want to try another hotel down the street."
• The receptionist's words cut deep, making me feel like I wasn't worth helping. I felt a sting of embarrassment and sadness as I realized she was just trying to get rid of me. I didn't say a word, just nodded and turned away, trying to hold back my tears.
• As I walked out of the hotel, I felt defeated and alone. The receptionist's dismissive attitude had broken my spirit, and I wondered if anything good would ever come my way.
• I began to walk, not knowing where I was going, just trying to get away from the hotel and its unfriendly receptionist. As I turned a corner, I saw a motel in the distance. Motels were cheaper, and I hoped they might have a room available.
• I trudged towards the motel, my feet heavy with exhaustion and my heart heavy with sorrow. I pushed open the creaky door and approached the front desk, hoping against hope that they would have a room for me.
• "Hi, do you have a room available?" I asked, trying to sound hopeful.
• The receptionist looked up from her phone, a mixture of curiosity and kindness on her face. "Yeah, we have a few rooms left. It's $40 for the night."
• As I reached for my purse, my hand trembled. I knew that $40 was a huge amount for me, and I had been saving it for something else. But the darkness and the distance to my apartment had driven me to this point. I slowly opened my purse, my fingers hesitating as I pulled out my card.
• Handing it over to the receptionist was even harder. I held the card tightly, my fingers refusing to let go. The receptionist looked at me with concern, trying to gently pry the card from my grasp. But I couldn't let go. It was as if the card represented my last shred of security.
• Just as I was about to release the card, a hand closed around my wrist from behind. I gasped, startled, and tried to pull away. But the grip was firm, yet gentle. I turned to see who it was, and my eyes met a pair of icy blue eyes.
• "Alpha Lorenzo?" I gasped, my eyes widening in shock, my pupils dilating wildly.